Thursday, 18 June 2009

Brave. Bold. Books. Old

The fifty poundThe RectangularRed noteswilltake holdUntil like them I crinkle and fold.Once straightened outI'll be both the brave and the boldStrong as the knightsfrom books of old.Work hardso our presenceis felt around the worldshowered with fansso we never feel coldBut when the armour rustsand the pages turn to dustwill it matterIf people ever talked about us?